I’m sure my thoughts will soon be coloured in doom, consumed too soon, drowned by the moon who knew. Too few, still not enough room for you. Your lips dagger my own, your kiss staggers my soul. Moments are measurably relative inked into oblivion to be relived… relieved, breathing a sigh of relief. Sign of belief is a rotting disease, in the end, he’s the one that leaves.

It’s not worth dying for, this is me living and giving it more than you bargained for. Leaking truths because you don’t speak that which you can’t seek anymore. This life you’re living, it’s not for me, this love that I’m giving is me, everything I am and more.

I thought I was still awake. I didn’t think I had fallen asleep. I was dreaming and I didn’t know. He crashed in through the door. I saw a tall blurred figure. Startled. Scared. I turned to face the noise. A voice. An outline. It didn’t make sense. I held tighter as I was trying to edge back, body tense. My heart beat broke. Inhaled sharply, only my eyes could scream. I choked back into my frightened dreams.

It’s not worth dying for, this is me living and giving it more than you bargained for. Leaking truths because you don’t speak that which you can’t seek anymore. This life you’re living, it’s not for me, this love that I’m giving is me, everything I am and more.